Monday, March 31, 2008
He blurted out, "For heaven's sake, don't lose that Olay."
I promise ...
Saturday, March 29, 2008
When she came back, she told me she would visit her acupuncturist and that a treatment always worked. Would I come back tomorrow at three p.m.? She had already booked me so I said sure, and boogied.
I had forgotten that today is Saturday. I try to avoid going anywhere that could be crowded on a Saturday. Well, except for the library, maybe. That quiet oasis where I usually get my hair cut had morphed into an antbed of people. Maribel did look like a brand new person, though, which made me believe her acupuncturist is also a miracle worker.
I bought Whoppers on the way home. Life is whopping ...
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Then there is rhite wice, which someone tall vehemently denied having said, later that day.
Do you have to laugh at 'em or is it must je ...
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
The photo was taken on Miami Beach where both the wedding and reception were held. Note the Palms in the background. Where but in the semi-tropics could this be a winter wedding? The weather cooperated as if it had been ordered especially.
On the very back of the folded card is "Our New Address" which is a convenience for all who receive this impressive memento/thank you.
Isn't she lovely? Isn't the groom handsome?
And aren't we proud grandparents?
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
This morning, I got up (reeaaally) early, did the crossword, finished the few pages I had left of a book, and got sleepy again. I crept back into bed and drifted off. When I woke again, J told me that the cat had sat by his feet and given him The Look. He told her, "I don't know what you want, little kitty."
She was waiting to be invited into his lap, evidently, because she jumped up and settled down. She stayed for a long time. He had forgotten to pat his knee and say, "Come on up."
She had to re-train him. She now knows that if you don't exercise their trained skills for a while, the peeps can lose them.
The fact that it was 51° when I got up this morning, and that laps are warm, had nothing to do with it.
It must have been love ...
Monday, March 24, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
She is modest and self-effacing. Among other things, the Department publicly recognized that she gets through a monster-amount of paperwork, can find the unfindable when necessary and yet, in her interaction with the public, she "takes the time to listen and then acts in a proactive manner." (The 'monster' and 'unfindable' are my paraphrases of much more elevated and revealing language.)
I wish we had been there to see her being honored.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Little gifts are always appreciated. The front of the sign?
Aren't we lucky? I guess ...
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Big Ed took a medium length bike ride today, his first since he got sick. He is resting up from it, now. He and Zeta have an appointment tomorrow a.m. to cycle around Tropical. Park, not school.
Decompression time ...
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
This is as close as we can come to a shamrock in our immediate area. It is green, at least for now, and also low enough to pick. Of course the 'nuts are supposed to fall when ready to eat, it's always somethin' ...
Saturday, March 15, 2008
I have a new site that I learned about while looking up the results of the Bloggie awards. The site that won for best writing is Confessions of a Pioneer Woman
You might want to check it out. I found it fascinating. She also has a blog about cooking, runs contests to caption photos, and is a great photographer who likes to share tips.
I haven't put a link in the sidebar, yet, but I will.
Friday, March 14, 2008
I used slow cooker magic: fingerling carrots, tiny potatoes, fresh onions, onion powder, Bayou seasoning, one hour on high then 6 and a half hours on low, with no additional liquid. The veggies cooked in the essence that escaped from the beef.
Believe me, the guilt is gone ...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
If I had a machete. No, let me rephrase that: if I thought I would not hit my thumb using a machete on the end of a green coconut, I might try to see.
Guess I'll just wait for ripeness to occur and wield the screwdriver with hammer to open 'em ...
Monday, March 10, 2008
Earlier, Big Ed had called Mew from the other end of the house and she went flying to join him. All is forgiven for his having left her in the peeps' care. He had picked her up and touched noses when he first came in. She eventually melted like warm caramel.
The peeps are relegated to brushing and feeding duties with occasional play times as a treat, if we're good.
The magic sandbox is still in effect, too ...
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Mew will be so relieved. She has actually seemed depressed. We will see if she greets him or goes into a snit about being abandoned with just the peeps for company. When he began to pack, she suspected something was afoot.
Her (human operated) magic sandbox still works ... something like a magic hamper for human clothes.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
I'm hooked, I admit, but I really wanted to see Omarosa fired. That happened with the current episode. It was such a one sided contest that she was actually pitiable.
She was still an unsympathetic character though ...
Friday, March 7, 2008
Mew knows this ...
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I think we'll have shrimp tonight as an antidote to the sugar ... should work.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
I guess we will discover if the new clock can withstand power surges. J and I really liked the clock he used to have. It was a gift from Zeta and M. However, when lightning struck in our neighborhood, the clock succumbed to the surge. Unfortunately, it was not plugged into a power strip.
This one will be ...
Sunday, March 2, 2008
However, it lacked a battery backup which I had not realized when selecting it. After resetting it four times in less than a month, I returned it, today. We will seek further for a better bedside device.
Or maybe, I'll just put mine on his bedside table ... with the ocean-sounds cd ready to play. 'Course, the readout on mine is so dim, you can't read it in the dark. It's always somethin ...'
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Who was the last person you hugged?
Our cat, who considers herself a superior sort of fur person. She puts up with the hugging, but sheds all over us in retaliation.
Share a beauty or grooming trick or tip with us.
Make an appointment with Maribel at Peter of London. Thanks for the tip, Zeta.
What does the color yellow make you think of?
We used to raise several varieties of roses. The "Peace" hybrid teas were gorgeous, huge, yellow flowers that perfumed the room they were placed in when we cut them. Sadly, there is a concrete pad for a garden shed where they used to grow.
If you were to make your living as a photographer, what subject would your pictures revolve around?
I would probably starve. I do have tons of digital shots of our cat ...
What was the longest book you ever read?
The Bible, or maybe War and Peace which was assigned to a high school class. But the books in the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon come close.
Now, it’s your turn for the feast. If you participate, post a link in the comments.
This was "lifted" from A California Girl in Kansas